5000 years ago the world was filled with horrors and wonders beyond the human comprehension. Wars broke out amongst the races and the world was driven to near extinction. Then the Dark Halo came and forced all of the races of the world to control themselves, lest they'd destroy everything they had come to know. Shortly after that, the Dark Halo disappeared…
And then he came. Spreading fire and destruction in the name of his god, he planned to destroy the entire universe, piece by piece.
But hope came in the form of a single warrior who faced that dark force…and somehow managed to overcome the odds and seal it away. But like all things, nothing is forever. And when that dark force returns 5000 years later, who will be left to face it?
Only one warrior of the time…
Demon Duelist Legacy Movie 1- The Heretic's Rebirth
Daniel Pilkington, a young man who plays the card game Duel Monsters, has had many crazy things happen to him already in his life. After winning the qualifier for a tournament being held by the Shadow Corporation, who is the top line in military hardware, he discovered something amazing about himself.
He was a demon…
Well, not exactly. He was the host to a demon spirit named Rikuo, who was originally born 5000 years ago in Feudal Japan. And Rikuo had quite a past when he was alive, a past that followed him 5000 years since his death. He had been a general during that time, and had died killing his king, who had been a pure evil torture demon named Kilomet Sestros. And just like his soul was within the body of Daniel, Sestros' soul was within the body of Giovan Garlin, a chairman of the Shadow Corporation and the organizer of the Shadow Tournament.
After facing many challenges Daniel and Rikuo reached the finals of the tournament, where they dueled against Yugi Moto, the champion of Duel Monsters. It was a tough battle, as Yugi also had an ancient spirit helping him through the duel. Finally in the end they found themselves in a tie, one unable to defeat the other.
Giovan Garlin decided that he would duel both Rikuo and the spirit of the ancient pharaoh that Yugi possessed. After a long and grueling duel they managed to defeat the Torture King with the power of Rikuo's weapon, the Howling Sword, which had turned into a card capable of creating monsters of incredible power.
And with that Daniel returned home not as a champion, but as a true duelist. And Rikuo had found peace knowing that the evil of Kilomet Sestros was truly gone.
"Sir, reports show that the Heretic's forces are currently moving towards us from the north, through the mountains." The scout spoke quickly and fluently, knowing too easily what would happen if he wasn't completely punctual in his report to the general.
Sitting in his chair, Rikuo Amero brushed some of his raven-black hair away from the wolf ears that sat on top of his head. At 7' in height, he was already an intimidating figure, but adding in the fact that there was a heavy katana that most likely weighed more than the soldier speaking to him, it made the wolf demon all the more ferocious seeming. "Is that all?" A pair of golden-amber eyes burned right into the soldier's.
"Y...yes milord." The soldier stood his ground, knowing that if the mighty General of the Wolf Demon Tribes wanted him dead then he would be dead already.
Rikuo closed his eyes for a few moments…and then frowned. "Tell the other generals that my army is moving out immediately to intercept. Whether they follow or not is there choice, but regardless I am going there now." He stood up and tied his sword around his waist.
The soldier was gone the second he had stopped talking.
"Master…" A black-cloaked form stood at the entrance to a tent, the inside completely dark. "They have fallen for our…" Whatever else he had planned to say was replaced by screaming as he exploded into flames, reduced to ash in a matter of seconds.
"Our trap?" A hand reached out and brushed the flap of the tent aside. "There is no 'our' trap. There is my trap. And now I will strike all of those fools down with one blow. Apep shall be pleased as I annihilate what remains of the forces that have been pushed against him." From the shadows of the night a single ruby red eye gave off a deadly light, like freshly spilled blood.
Screams rang across the mountainside. Blood flowed like water upon the ground. And the Heretic's forces were winning with ease.
Another troop of demon soldiers screamed in pain as they were consumed by an explosion of black fire, leaving nothing behind to even say they had been killed.
The Heretic's troops were horrible creatures, twisted shadows with forms of the worst creatures imaginable. And they were just are difficult to kill as the monsters they emulated. Only a few had fallen, while thousands of demons had died in just the last hour of battling.
Rikuo watched emotionlessly as another phalanx of his guards were eaten alive by a horrid monstrosity that looked something like the dragons that were legends amongst the humans. ("This is a suicide run…we will not win at this rate. Though we have the number advantage, our enemy has the very night working for them. As such…") He looked down at the katana…and drew it free. Blue-white phantom fire exploded along its blade. "Howling Sword…my weapon….let us go into battle!"
"Milord!" One of Rikuo's aides almost made the mistake of grabbing the wolf demon's arm to try and stop him physically. "If you fall then our troops will lose their morale…you're the thing that keeps them motivated to fight."
His lips curled up enough to reveal his two elongated canine teeth. "Then let me remind them why I am such a terror!" Snapping the sword up, he leapt off of the cliff and dropped at least 300 feet….right into the body of one of the nightmares. It howled in pain…and then exploded into dust.
The Heretic looked out over the beautiful ranges. Even from here he could smell the blood, and the fear of the demons. ("My god…my divine beast…") He bowed his head and chanted once more, holding his snake-headed staff under his chin and speaking his words with the mastery of a true mage.
All of the shadows changed tactics suddenly, and the demon body count sky-rocketed.
Rikuo howled along with his sword as one of the shadows exploded into pieces from his strike. ("That's 40…but there are still over 600 more of them and I'm getting tired.") His muscles trembled rapidly as the draining touches of the shadow monsters sucked up his energy. "I'm destroying you all!" The Howling Sword fell downwards and destroyed another shadow, but every scrap from it brushed his face and sucked the life right out of him.
The Heretic watched as a pillar of blue-white fire consumed another of his monsters. ("Hmmm…I see. So that one is the…") His red eye widened in surprise. ("Well surprise…surprise…") Lifting the staff, he aimed the eyes of the golden snake staff right at the form that was leading the tails of phantom fire which tore through his shadows. "I will silence you, Rikuo." Twin beams of red light shot from the staff and hurtled towards the wolf demon.
Rikuo's ears perked up as he heard the whiz of something hurtling towards him. Snapping up the flat of the Howling Sword, he watched with mild amazement as two beams of red light hit his sword and sent sparks flying everywhere around him.
The Heretic snarled and leapt onto the head of one of his shadows. With a single mental command it lowered him down towards the general. Pulling a sword out of his robes, he leapt towards the wolf demon. "Prepare yourself!"
Rikuo snapped up the Howling Sword and their blades met, creating an explosion of fire and black wind that destroyed the shadow which had been carrying the Heretic. Nearby trees were blown over and large rocks right next to them shattered into smaller piles of rocks.
Finally their blades broke away and Rikuo was sent skidding away a few feet. ("He's strong…very strong…")
The Heretic started to chuckle, his shadowed form lifting the sword slowly. "Rikuo Amero, the wolf demon general. You're one of the strongest amongst the twelve of the demon generals…but still no threat to my quest. I will destroy you and your whole army, along with all of your pathetic little offspring!" His sword pulsed with dark wind, creating numerous little tornadoes that blew away some trees and some boulders as well.
"The Heretic…the one who comes from another land. A place…" His non-sword holding hand snapped up quickly, sending a large hunk of rock towards the Heretic. And at the same time he snapped up the Howling Sword and charge full speed towards his target.
Without flinching the Heretic yelled something arcane and the rock shattered. Another word later Rikuo was sent bouncing down the mountain-side. "Fool…" He leapt onto the back of another shadow and it flew after the wolf demon. "May Apep spare you his wrath!"
Rikuo coughed up a few gobs of blood onto his armor and propped himself against the stone behind him. ("Damn it all…I…can't win…")
The Heretic, who had been unharmed in any way, approached the fallen demon with his sword held high. "Are you ready to meet your gods?"
Rikuo's lips lifted weakly. "No…no I'm not. But perhaps…you can introduce me to yours? Or is he too busy hiding from real gods?"
A dark growl escaped the Heretic's cloak. "You bastard…die!" He charged, the blade up and ready to behead the wolf demon.
Rikuo's smile got a little stronger. "If there is one thing that you must remember about me, keep this in mind." He kicked a rock off to his side…and something dropped from the pile of rocks next to him. "You are weak, and I am strong."
The Heretic stopped in mid-movement, his single eye wide in surprise. "You…" He turned his head to look at the Howling Sword, which was sticking right out of his left shoulder. "How did…"
Rikuo chuckled tiredly. "The Howling Sword…is very unique in that it drops sharp end first always. And it is sharper than your flesh."
Spurts of blood sprayed out of the Heretic's cloak. "Damn you…I hate you…" He dropped his sword and started to pull the sword back out the way it came in. "I'll…"
Rikuo stood up and bared his claws, showing he was nowhere near as injured as he seemed. "Now then…" He lunged and punctured the Heretic's stomach with one blow, leaving his arm in there to let the monstrosity feel just a little of the pain he had caused. "You're dead…"
"I know that…" The Heretic's hand reached down and grabbed Rikuo's neck, squeezing it tightly. "I don't feel pain…I am a servant of the god who destroys everything! Pain is nothing but a minor tingle to me!"
Rikuo growled as the grip on his throat tightened. His free arm snapped up and slashed across the Heretic's face. As shreds of black fabric brushed past his face, his eyes widened in complete surprise.
The Heretic sneered, his face revealed. His elongated canine teeth glittered in the dull light of the moon. "Is something the matter, Rikuo?"
The wolf demon stared in confusion, his arms going lax. "Hokkou…it can't be…"
Hokkou flexed his claws and squeezed Rikuo's neck harder now that the wolf demon offered no resistance. "It's been such a long time…how big you have grown…such a shame that now you must die!"
Rikuo's eyes stared at the face that so much like his own. ("This can't be…") His spine started to crack…
A spear slammed through Hokkou's chest and sent him flying away.
And the owner of that spear, a demon in golden armor with long golden hair, stepped past the now panting Rikuo. "There you are Amero. So what's the matter? Is it too hard for you to kill this weakling…"
"Jourgen…" The wolf demon clutched at his damaged throat. "You don't understand…"
"I don't want to understand." The dragon demon held out one hand and the spear pulled right out of Hokkou's chest and back to his hand. "Now then…I'll destroy the Heretic…"
("Jourgen don't!") A loud voice rang out in Daniel Pilkington's head.
After clutching at his skull for a moment, the red-haired boy closed his eyes. ("Rikuo, what's wrong?")
The wolf demon went silent in his head. ("N…nothing…")
Daniel rolled his eyes. ("You're insane.")
To be continued…